Late nights and Bukowski…

Mad were the nights I now long for when I stayed up till all hours reading Bukowski and laughing at his insane views of the world. Times when I would laugh and sneer at the same time only to begin a tear from the thought of a lost love from once long ago. It is when I read Bukowski that I remember the mad insane nights of Women and booze. Often looking back over the evening and wondering if she was the one? Was there ever a “One”? Why did I honestly think that there had to be a “One?

 

Alas, this is what reading Bukowski did for me, to me, it brought me back to all of my lost loves, to all the ideas of the perfect women in what that one author, who for some reason I cannot remember his name at the time, but he would have called a misogynistic idea of love? To love the women for what she was, that was why one loved her, not to love the women for what society had created, as this was the problem, this was the ill created monster of some immature boy’s idea of what a woman should be? Bukowski and women always go together, like well? Like Ham and Cheese, or like any two things that we often put together because of the direct relationship we have been taught. But how does one love a women for what she really is and not for the idea of women?

 

Bukowski was the master of this idea, as he was the master of so many things and wild ideas that often never should be shared with people who have never read his wild ass prose. His inability to make himself a truly great author was what made him the author that one should read if for no other reason then to examine ones ideas of what you think are correct when it comes to women. His ability to share and convey wild ideas and concepts that too often make one laugh or cry in the middle of the night and make you feel like a long lost old friend is telling you the story about how you had the one woman who walked out because you made that one mistake and yet he continues to tell you how what ever it was that you did was actually the right thing to do!

 

I often become nostalgic for many things, but when it comes to two things that have made me laugh and cry, Bukowski is the one that remains with me through out my life and I am still laughing!!!